Porcupine Valentine

“Will you be my valentine?”
said the timid porcupine.
Listening, he heard
not a single word.

“Will you let me hold you please?
Let my arms enfold you please?
Why are you so shy?”
There was no reply.

“I’ll make you my Mrs., dear;
smother you with kisses, dear.
Darling, won’t you try it?”
All he heard was quiet.

“Though I have persisted here,
still you have resisted, dear.
I must need more practice,”
he said to the cactus.